User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-1298206-20130321015219/@comment-3135907-20130323151804

"I think `e's gone...Unnnh!" Eglin is thrown backward, an arrow in his skull. Gruffle ducks a slingstone. "Everyone, giddown!" Banglo draws out his bow and fires off a missile into the bushes along the shore, which have come alive with water rats. His arrow strikes true.